The Great Giovanni

[Zeedus 102]

The Beginning of the End.

 
 
A cold wind blew from the North towards the Kingdom of Adunia, the land was dark under the cloud-covered moon, small moon beams poking through the clouds every few moments, if one were to pay attention they would be able to make out the figure of a small man with a large white beard. 
 
Giovanni's days had been getting worse. Now that the menace had been fought back to the far North, he was of little use to little importance and he could feel the tension rising about Ildicia. People were becoming restless and eager for blood, it was something he did not like his allies becoming. He made his way to the farthest bar, sat himself down, ordered two drinks and began humming a tune to himself. His voice carrying across the bar in sad slow melody.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qct0f6mudhA

 

He sang himself through the night, all the while his head was hatching plans and ideas as the booze flowed, though he never did get the answer he was looking for. With the Roses gone, and the demons of the North defeated, what was his purpose? His family had been slaughtered by the Roses, and only now did it dawn upon him. He had only been living for the chance to exact revenge. The time had

come and passed, and he felt as if he had nothing left to live for.

 

He made his way back home in the early morning, making his way past the Great Hall he heard murmurs of people becoming restless, eager to kill, eager to shed blood of innocents. The thought crossed his head, the Adunia's were slowly becoming one like the Rose's, a force that thought not of it's actions and simply moved on Impulse, his own demented mind move on the subject at breakneck pace and saw that the closest flesh-beings to them would be the Half-lings, and then the Elves. The Roses would be reborn. Giovanni, his life's goal being to thwart the Roses after the death of his two children, could not let this happen. His mind had been running rampant in the days that followed as he locked himself within his smithy and began drawing up plans and blueprints, he had been out of his /Medicine/ for quite some time, and his brain had no room for rest as it constantly considered every detail that might happen if the Adunians proceeded on a ploy of destruction.

 

The blueprints were finished in a Fortnight, Giovanni slumped over his desk, tears falling from his single eye, he had made it.. He quickly built the device within his own smithy, using his Anvil as the Catalyst, and sent his plans away with a carrier to be placed upon his ship, where one may never find them. Giovanni frowned as he stepped into his bedroom for the last time, the bookshelves lining the walls filled with haunting memories. He said a silent prayer, to any God that may have been listening and moved towards his smithy as casually as an old man could.

 

Several thoughts rushed through his head as he began the final preparations with the machine. "I am doing thus fer the greater goo' of Adunia." he said to himself, nodding, as if to agree. "I can'nae let them go thru whut I 'ave.." he spoke again and moved along the lines of Redstone. Memories flashed through his head and tears began to well in his one good eye a second time, he smiled softly "I am doing this for my family.. for my friends, to not fall from Grace... I love you all.." at that, he allowed himself to begin the preparations, moving about the various levers and mechanism.. the surrounding pillars lowering themselves to overload the circuitry. He placed his hand against the last of the lever and hit it, whispering a silent prayer, this one for himself. Hoping that he does not fall from Grace for the act he was about to commit. 

 

On the far Shore, across from Adunia a small boy stands, watching.

 

 

A cold wind blew from the North towards Adunia, the smithy now in shambles, the very ground beneath it eradicated and destroyed. One would wonder.. why Giovanni did it. Many don't care. But one thing was for certain. Giovanni did care, and rather then watching his friends become his enemies, he himself became the enemy to his friends. 

 

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[Zeedus 102]

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